Characters: Goose, Daroach
What: Goose takes the squeaker to a ~sports pub~ filled with meaty dishes and plenty of booze.
Where: Some sports pub in the city.
When: July 15th
Rating: PG-13 to R, most likely. Goose is a bit of a sailor mouth and Daroach is a bit of an... everything. |D
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Yeehaw. )
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He took a few steps closer curiously, wondering who this person was, but he then realized it was Daraoch under the shade of that tree. Huh, what in the world was he-... oh, he was smoking a cigarette. No wonder.
He probably must have been sighted by now, so he decided it wouldn't hurt to walk up and utter a, "Hey."
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"What do you want?"
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"Was just about t' go for a flight, actually, but I ain't in a rush."
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"Just don't go dropping shit on my head."
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"Just so long as ya don't throw cheese at me, mouse man," He smirked playfully and glanced over at his gyrocopter.
"So," He started out, still looking over at his 'copter. It was just about then that he had an idea, and well, needless to say, he didn't need to go home any time soon. "I've been thinkin' of poppin' by one of the pubs in town. Y'anno, the kind with fresh meat and lots of booze to spare."
There may have been a huge grin on his face while he hinted at something right there, Daroach. A very huge grin.
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Fortunately what Goose said later caught his attention. It saved the pilot from getting insulted.
"A pub, you say?" He replied, looking interested. Hell, if it has alcohol, then surely it's okay in his book. Sides, after what he's currently going through, a drink or two is welcoming right about now.
"How far is it?"
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"Ya'll'd like flyin', anyway, I'll assure ya'."
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"Must've been high as a kite to come up with a shitty design like that. Hell, my kids can do better with crayons... and they haven't grown their limbs yet." He said, throwing his used cig on the ground and squishing it with his foot.
"Regardless, there's no way in hell I gonna ride on that thing with your gay ass."
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He saluted Daroach and took flight. The sky was already growing darker now, and it made the area above the city all too stunning. The lights were beginning to glimmer down in the town's streets and the cars' lights were flipping on. It was quite the sight.
He landed outside of the pub and got out of his vehicle. Now he just had to wait for Daroach to show up.
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"Ahhh... fuck!" he hissed, rubbing his now aching head. It's a rarity for him to teleport farther than a few feet, so going a distance 2 mins long is pushing it. Then again, when it comes to his reputation, a headache is more accepting than riding on the backseat of Goose's fashionably-impaired gyrocopter.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, Daroach walked inside the pub in search of a seat, not at all waiting for Goose to follow.
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"Yer' head hurt?" He asked. Did he injure himself on the way here? But wait, how would he be able to do that via teleportation? He hadn't the slightest clue at all.
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Daroach placed the menu on the table and took off his hat, revealing a great amount of shaggy fur on the top of his head. He later sighed, resting his head on his hands whilst rubbing his temples. Already he wants another cigarette.
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He handed both menus to the waitress and grinned. "Hey, a beer'll probably make ya' feel just right again." It always worked for him!
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Such a peacrful scenery...
"...Kids tend to make a wish on the stars, thinking it'll come true. Maybe I should do the same." he said to no one in particular. Least the headache's a lot more tolerable now.
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